Blood, sweat, tears, and..shit, basically.

Menu

life & society

I was never much of a ‘clique’ person, though I must admit, at one point, I did have a circle of friends that I’d spend most of my time with. You know, the usual, story sharing over drinks or a meal. That’s all in the past now. Friends have moved on and well, let’s just…

His face paint was smudged; an exotic mess of white, blue, yellow and green thrown into disarray. Years of wear and tear, lacrimation or a disproportionate combination of both. His tried eyes stared into the ageing mirror, and the clown on the other side did the same. Where, oh where to go from here? How…

I am not sure what I should be classified under. (I do not believe in classifications/labels) Anti-social? Recluse? Or simply living in your own bubble? The thing is, many of my friends are quite shocked as to why I have Facebook and Instagram and other forms of social media YET the most peculiar thing is,…